Dog and I, an unfamiliar path...
Filtered light of summer through the fresh green canopy sparkles diamonds on the warm ferns and grasses along the way,
which narrows and loses itself,
finds itself,
suddenly
beside a driveway and an isolated brick-red house.
A dog barks, an open bay-window and,
sweet,
-a drowsy clarinet
filling the sudden air and
echoing the birdsong...
Had someone leaned out and, mellow, called my name, or not called my name,
I might have answered,
I might have left my lovely life
without a thought,
without a backward glance,
and, longing, entered the house...
